I friend I went to college with was a manager at a pharmacy. He had one of the local college football players come in and fill out an application and then the next day the guy came back and tried to rob the store. They got him to the office and then the football player threw my friend into the safe. They still had the application so it was pretty easy for the police to find him.

If you think nobody is around to watch your act of theft take place, just assume there is a camera watching you that is hooked up to a recording device. If you are absolutely certain there is no camera, you are probably absolutely wrong.

/being ignorant of the obvious should be a felony//being stupid should be a capital crime

If you think nobody is around to watch your act of theft take place, just assume there is a camera watching you that is hooked up to a recording device. If you are absolutely certain there is no camera, you are probably absolutely wrong.

/being ignorant of the obvious should be a felony//being stupid should be a capital crime

PRetty much thats how I gio thorugh the day. Like Im being watched. Not like the good ole days where you could walk into a store rob it and get away by just going a few counties over.

Bathia_Mapes:AverageAmericanGuy: How low of a society have we become when we prosecute someone for stealing an apple off the fruit cart?

So, you'd have no problem with someone into your workplace or home and stealing from you? You honestly wouldn't report the theft to the police?

Just as the bishop and his sister were finishing breakfast, there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" the bishop called.

The door swung open, revealing a disturbing sight on the small porch. Three men stood there holding a fourth man by his collar. The three were policemen, while the fourth was Jean Valjean.

One officer, who appeared to be in charge of the other policemen, stepped through the doorway. Upon entering the house, he approached the bishop and saluted him. "Monseigneur..." he said.

Hearing the word Monseigneur, Jean Valjean, who seemed completely downcast and dejected, raised his head with a look of astonishment. "Monseigneur?" he questioned. "I thought he was just the parish priest."

"Silence!" demanded the officer. "He is Monseigneur the bishop."

In the meantime, Monseigneur Bienvenu stepped forward as quickly as his advanced age would allow, and spoke before the officer could continue. "Oh! Here you are!" he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. "I'm so glad to see you. I can't believe you forgot the candlesticks! They are made of pure silver as well. Surely you could sell them for more than two hundred francs. Please take them with the forks and spoons I gave you."

With his eyes now wide open, Valjean stared at the honorable bishop with an expression of astonishment that no human tongue could possibly describe.

As the policemen released their grip on him, Valjean instinctively shrank back a step or two. "Is it true? I am released?" he questioned, in an almost inaudible voice, as though he were talking in his sleep.

"Yes, you are free to go. Do you not understand?" said one of the policeman.

"Yet before you go, my friend," added the bishop, "here are your candlesticks. Please don't forget them again." Then stepping to the fireplace, he took the two silver candlesticks from the mantel, and took them to Valjean.

"Now," said the bishop, "go in peace. By the way, when you return, my friend, it is not necessary for you to come and go through the garden. You may always use our front door. Remember, it is never shut with anything but a latch - day or night."

By this point Valjean looked like a man ready to faint. The bishop leaned closely toward him and said in a quiet voice, "Do not forget. Never forget that you have promised to use this silver to become an honest man."

Valjean, who had no recollection of ever having promised anything, remained silent. Yet the bishop had stressed each and every word as he had uttered them. He then resumed in a very somber tone, "Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. I have bought your soul from you. I take it back from evil thoughts and deeds and the Spirit of Hell, and I give it to God."

AverageAmericanGuy:Bathia_Mapes: AverageAmericanGuy: How low of a society have we become when we prosecute someone for stealing an apple off the fruit cart?

So, you'd have no problem with someone into your workplace or home and stealing from you? You honestly wouldn't report the theft to the police?

Just as the bishop and his sister were finishing breakfast, there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" the bishop called.

The door swung open, revealing a disturbing sight on the small porch. Three men stood there holding a fourth man by his collar. The three were policemen, while the fourth was Jean Valjean.

One officer, who appeared to be in charge of the other policemen, stepped through the doorway. Upon entering the house, he approached the bishop and saluted him. "Monseigneur..." he said.

Hearing the word Monseigneur, Jean Valjean, who seemed completely downcast and dejected, raised his head with a look of astonishment. "Monseigneur?" he questioned. "I thought he was just the parish priest."

"Silence!" demanded the officer. "He is Monseigneur the bishop."

In the meantime, Monseigneur Bienvenu stepped forward as quickly as his advanced age would allow, and spoke before the officer could continue. "Oh! Here you are!" he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. "I'm so glad to see you. I can't believe you forgot the candlesticks! They are made of pure silver as well. Surely you could sell them for more than two hundred francs. Please take them with the forks and spoons I gave you."

With his eyes now wide open, Valjean stared at the honorable bishop with an expression of astonishment that no human tongue could possibly describe.

As the policemen released their grip on him, Valjean instinctively shrank back a step or two. "Is it true? I am released?" he questioned, in an almost inaudible voice, as though he were talking in his sleep.

"Yes, you are free to go. Do you not understand?" said one of the policeman.

At my day job, a coworker left a box for her kid's donation drive/cookie sale thing for other folks to drop money into and take a cookie on the honor system.

So what do you think happened? Yep. Some douchebag took all the money.

I can't imagine who did it. Really... Nobody there seems like the lowdown, scummy "steal from children" type, but I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. Some piece of shiat really farked over some kid by being a thoughtless jizzbag, and I probably say hi to that person every day without knowing I'm face to face with a complete and total wanker.